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Fortunate Son

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So I got the birthday card from mom today, check included. Seriously, why do parents still send you money even when you’re old? Is it only me? Not that I’m complaining. I got bills to pay. Add a few more zeros to the end of that check.

Anyway, once I got the card I figured it was time to give her a call. Naturally she was surprised to hear from me. And naturally the conversation soon elevated into a bunch of extended pauses, awkward moments and the usual, “you need to really change that attitude of yours.” This happens every time we talk. She’s like the exact opposite of me in every way. Sometimes I wonder how the hell she hooked up with my old man, but then that thought leaves REAL FAST.

What did we talk about? Hell if I can remember. One thing I do recall is that she said I was “fortunate.” This actually irked me a bit because I remembered those lean years when I moved in with the better half after I graduated college. At the time mom kept telling me how I should be focusing on my career during those five-plus years working shit jobs for low pay while trying to make something of myself. Well now Mrs. kkk and I are doing OK and her attitude is that I was lucky.

Fuck that.

I earned what I think is a pretty good standard of living for my region, and I know I won’t be in this current situation forever. Will things turn out better or worse for me in the years ahead? No clue. But if I fuck up, I will fuck up my way. With my experiences and my effort and my choices. Even when I was barely making anything I lived as humbly as I could and didn’t get in over my head, which happens in too many instances to too many people in this self-gratifying society of ours.

Damn that last line had a lot of “in”s and “too”s.

Where the hell am I going with this? Oh, yeah. I’m a terrible son.

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Written by kkktookmybabyaway

March 31, 2010 at 9:26 pm

Posted in Life

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